4bidden Social

DATE: Week 2. Friday. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

I was given a laptop and phone about a week ago. I've commented now and then on different blogs but I finally decided to write one myself. I'm Bella Sorrento and I'm Michael Meru's slave. I was recently bought and I think I'm adjusting pretty well. It's different then being at home but I know I could have ended up with a lot worse Master then Meru.

What I'm really excited about right now is that me and my best friend, Malia, have been given permission to create a garden and living area on the roof of Meru's place. He was actually excited about it which just made it that much more better. It will be a lot of work and we really don't see any fruits of our labor until next summer but it will be worth it.

Date: Week #2, Friday evening.
Type: Blog - Open.

Just starting this blog to get the word out there. Might be used for other things to eventually, who knows?

Anyway.

Hey! I'm Xander, owner of Xander's Handyman Business.

So what can I help you with?

I can do carpentry, tilling, painting, repair & installation of doors, windows, locks & screens, plastering, some roof works, fencing, repair & install stairs...

There's more I could add to the list, so the best thing would be to ask me, and we can figure out if I can help you or not.

What I can NOT do however is electric works (let's not start fires or short circuits) nor can I do plumbing very well (flooding we do not want that).

Call me or contact me or just come knock on the door. I put a snazzy sign over the door the other day and I have coffee for the thirsty.

Over and out!

Date: Week #2, Friday afternoon
Type: Facebook post // Open.

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Date: Week #2, Friday afternoon, 4pm
Type: Blog // Open.

Now that I have one, I think I could take another slave or two. It's time for a little expansion. There is work to be done, and it never hurts to have a few extra on staff, or in the house, not that my first isn't useful.

Thoughts?

[Private to Samandriel]
Thoughts, questions, whatever? Feel free to talk to me.

DATE: Week 2. Thurs. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.


I'm starting to think I should have taken a vacation this summer rather than be a homebody. Work was light back then so I didnt think I needed it. Now it's all a flurry of work and conferences and meetings with different officials. Plus there's the festival to worry about. It's always fun to plan it in the beginning but now that it is growing closer, there's the work of dealing with the vendors, contracts, safety inspections, and allotment of funds.

I think once the festival is finished, I'm going to take a few days, find a tropical island and tan like I should've this summer.

DATE: Week 2. Monday. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

I hate this place.

The asshole who thinks he owns me just because he bought me thinks he can do whatever we wants to me. I'm a were. A dragon. A Arcadians which is so much better than fucking Katagarias. I'm his equal. I'm not a fucking slave and I'll never be one.

I need to get the hell out of here.

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Noon.
TYPE: Blog. Filtered to slaves.



Hello, I'm Evan. Two weeks ago my name came up in the lottery and I was sold. What makes this particularly bitter is that I was just a month away from my thirtieth birthday, away from absolute freedom. Timing's a bitch, sometimes.

What I'm after, I guess, is advice. Even though I always knew that I could be called up, it was just something that *might* happen. Now that it actually has, I'm having trouble adjusting. I won't carry on about how fair or unfair things are, because that doesn't change the reality of the situation. She legally bought me, I'm hers, that's the end of it. I have no intention of running off, would never raise a hand to her. She's trying to be kind, I understand that. But by the same token she thinks I should be happy to be owned, and her obliviousness to how I feel about it is a little crazy-making.

What is really difficult for me is the change in how people treat me now that I'm a slave. People see my collar and they no longer see me. I've gone from nearly thirty years of being my own person to being...nothing. I'm no longer addressed directly unless it's confrontation about why I'm out without my master, and where are my papers that say I can be on my own. Every decision I make has to be run through her, and she seems to want me around constantly. I'm not chained in the basement, I have some small freedom, but I feel...smothered, like it's hard to breathe.

I've done a lot of hard physical work in the past week trying to wear out the anger regarding the situation, have run countless miles and exercised enough to make a professional body-builder look like a slacker. It doesn't seem to make a difference. I thought I was more adaptable than what I actually am, and that's another disappointment.

So I guess I'm asking--what do you do, or what have you done that has made the adjustment to being a slave easier? Don't give me the speech about how I should rebel against the system because that's not going to happen. We've all seen or heard about what happens to the rabble-rousers and would be freedom-fighters and I'm not interested in that fate.

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day ten. I'm now in the double digits of being stuck in the same room. Please someone save me.

My Master Asshole Puppy Dog The person that I can't call a name, not even his own name, in public but I refuse to call him by his title still hasn't let me out of my room. Well there was a couple of hours yesterday but those are unimportant. What is important is that I know every nook and cranny in this room. I know how many floorboards there are. I know where all the indents in the wall are. I know where the dust likes to gather. It is under the bed, for anyone that is curious, and I'm pretty sure it is mating. I will soon have dust bunnies to call my own.

I'm so bored that I made a gif of myself. Yes, you read that right a gif. Said gif and not jif.



It is of me blinking. Enjoy.

[[Date: Week 2;Tuesday]
[Type:Blog. Or just whatever open network media he could get his hands on]

Oh I like bullets, yes I do!Cause bullets kill people and I like killing people. Something something something, something rhymes with people!

DATE: Week 2. Monday. Very incredibly early. Before the sun is up early.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Of course I would pick the night I couldn't sleep to actually post a journal entry or is it a blog? Well whatever it is, it is the first of it. I'm Zell, werecheetah, and part of Kostya's pride though I have my own house and land. I'm fairly young and I bought my first slave just over a week ago.

It is going... well.

My parents made it look so easy but it could also be the slave I bought. I don't know. I'm looking for some advice from Masters who have more experience than I do... so everyone.

[ TYPE: Blog Entry. | DATE: Week 2, Wednesday morning. ]
My master permitted me the use of this some time ago, yet...

Yet I do not know what to say, I'm afraid. I've little experience chronicling my life in such a way, after all, and Anafiel my master Master Anafiel Master Delaunay always said that it was best to remember rather than record. He jested once that when one got to be as old as he was there simply weren't enough post-it notes in the world to remind him of the things he'd forgotten, much less pages in a book.

Then again...

[ PRIVATE TO SCOTT ]

Master, it seems that you've left your key card on the coffee table again. Would you like me to fetch it for you?

[ /PRIVATE ]

[Week 2; Saturday afternoon]
Type: Blog - Open

I received some mail today. A college friend of mine knows where I am, so she sent me something. Apparently, my ex is free. Not out on bail kind of free, but as in free-free. The cops who came to get me couldn't make it to a court date, or some court dates. I'm a slave and therefore have no rights, so I was never told of the court dates, and without "evidence" they can't prosecute and he's free. Though I know there's a bit more to it than that. He's a smooth talker, very convincing of things, extremely manipulative. Let's not leave out the fact that he has a few supers on payroll, as well at least two cops, so he distorts the system to his will.

Oh my god... it's only a matter of time before he finds where I am...

What am I going to do... This is seriously fucked up.

DATE: Week 2 Tuesday, 5pm
TYPE: Blog

There are days when people just piss me off. Do you know how people solve anger issues with food, well, Time to get out of this house for awhile.

Drinks?

Week 2- Wednesday late morning
Type: Angel Radio - Unfiltered (audible to angels only) will likely be specifically directed in comments

Look, I can feel you existing at me. Will you please just say something? Please? I'm so bored.

Did I do something to upset you?

Whoever you are?

[Week 2: Wednesday evening]
Type: Mommy blog - OPEN

Oh my gosh, the inevitable has happened, my son has gotten a tattoo. Part of me always knew he'd get one, but getting the text message about it still took me a bit off guard. Though, I'm grateful it's tasteful at least. I was more worried about him getting something stupid like the face of someone or cliché tribal tattoo that he doesn't even know what it means. Though it's rather big for his first tattoo. Then again, I sound like a hypocrite considering how big my tattoo is, so yeah.

Just very grateful that it's tasteful. It's of one of his favorite characters, Jack Skellington. Overall, the tattoo is very well done.

Now my daughter is considering a tattoo. I told her not before the age of 18, and you better have some reason to have it, it better mean something to you, and you better have thought about it longer than 5 minutes. I'm a lucky mom. My daughter agreed to those terms. :)

Though, how would a dhampir get a tattoo? They heal quickly.

DATE: Week 2. Sunday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog

[Private]
October 4th
It has been a week since my life has changed for forever. I became a slave and I no longer have any freedom. I still think I might be in shock because it feels like it really hasn’t register that I’m a slave. Maybe... because I have a Master that is treating me like an equal instead of a piece of property like I know other Masters do with their slaves. I don’t think Klaus knew what a huge favor he was doing for me when he got his brother, Elijah, to buy me.

Elijah Mikaelson. Age unknown. I’m his Elena. He has treated me like... I’m his guest and girlfriend all rolled into one. I didn’t trust him at first because he is Klaus’ brother and Klaus... well I could write an essay on Klaus but I won’t. But Elijah has stood up for me against Klaus, took me shopping, listened to my worries, kissed me... I don’t think I will ever forget our first kiss. I dream about it most nights and every time I’m in his presence I wish he would do it again. I don’t know if this is Stockholm syndrome or... I can’t even write it. What I’m trying to write is that Elijah is a wonderful Master and I know I’m lucky that he bought me. He has even allowed to let Caroline live with us.

I’m scared that Caroline is falling for Klaus who I know is dangerous. I don’t want to see her hurt or worse killed. I can’t lose my best friend. She has always been there for me and I feel like I’m failing her now. I honestly don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her. Maybe I should talk to Klaus. See if I can get him to promise me he won’t hurt her. And even has a write that I know how stupid that is.

I suddenly feel so lost.

And Elijah if you're reading this... well I don’t know what to say. I guess I hope that you won’t read my personal thoughts even though I know you can.
[/Private]

I decided I should finally use the computer my Master gave me. Hello, I'm Elena Gilbert and I'm new to the island. I think I'm quickly adjusting to living here though I could still be shock. This almost feels like it really isn't happening to me. Does anyone else feel that way?

[Private to Damon Salvatore]
I've talked to Elijah about meeting you. I'm free to have a coffee with you any time this week. When are you free?
[/Private]

[Week 2: Monday afternoon]

Type: Blog - Open

How can a sugar glider glide if it's raining outside? I guess I can glide around in the house, but I don't want to risk knocking things down. Maybe I should shift into something else, but out of the things I can shift into, I have the least amount of experience with being a sugar glider.

Though I haven't shifted into a raven lately, I guess I could do that, but darn it, it's still raining outside! Is there nothing a shifter can shift into indoors?

What do you recommend? And be nice, please. Gross and inappropriate comments will be ignored.

It's strange, so many of my friends and my brother, all have slaves right now, and I am slaveless. It's like being invited to a wedding and not having a date. I suppose I'm just really picky.

While I have all this free time, people should keep in ind that the my services are available for auction house consultation, or for behaviour correction and training, after a slave has been bought. I have plenty of references, if you're interested.

(Private to Michael Meru)
That Bella of yours certainly has a temper. I left a package for you last week, in case she decided to flush it down the toilet, instead of giving it to you.

Week 2- Tuesday Afternoon
Type: Blog specified to Carrick, but seen by all

CARRICK! I think you should let me come over and ride horses with you. Just a suggestion. Please. I'll bring Anubis over for you to meet, if you'd like.